Therapy 104
Evan sat up in bed and rubbed the back of her neck. It was still dark outside but that meant nothing. Her day started hours before sunrise.
The time for lovers and vampires, she thought to herself.
Her eyes darted to the bedside table where her cell phone usually resided, charging, but it wasn't there.
She sighed sleepily and reached blindly under her pillow and then the pillow next to her. Coming up empty handed she dove under the covers and searched the entire bed. The darkness wasn't helping but she was too tired and it was too cold to get out of bed and turn the light on.
Wren, her tortoiseshell feline friend and only bed companion, meowed her displeasure at being disturbed. A few second later Evan's head pops out from under the covers and she leans over the bed, the top of her head resting on the floor.
Success! She picks up her phone and turns it over to check the time. The display remains dark. The battery dead.
She growls, and still upside down, reaches for the chord and plugs it in. It's midnight. She has three more hours of sleep.
Evan sits back up as a yawn-stretch overtakes her. Wren is already curled up with her tail covering her nose. She falls back into bed in a very unlady like fashion. Seconds later her phone starts vibrating. One notification after another. Her phone catching up after being shut off.
With each vibration her stomach knots up a little bit more, her mind racing.
Well, so much for sleep, Evan sighs.
I will not look. Whatever it is it can wait.
I'm not going to look.
She puts a pillow over her head.
But.... What if?
Evan rolls over and glares at her phone. It had been silent for a short stretch and then vibrates again. Taunting her.
The time for lovers and vampires, she thought to herself.
Her eyes darted to the bedside table where her cell phone usually resided, charging, but it wasn't there.
She sighed sleepily and reached blindly under her pillow and then the pillow next to her. Coming up empty handed she dove under the covers and searched the entire bed. The darkness wasn't helping but she was too tired and it was too cold to get out of bed and turn the light on.
Wren, her tortoiseshell feline friend and only bed companion, meowed her displeasure at being disturbed. A few second later Evan's head pops out from under the covers and she leans over the bed, the top of her head resting on the floor.
Success! She picks up her phone and turns it over to check the time. The display remains dark. The battery dead.
She growls, and still upside down, reaches for the chord and plugs it in. It's midnight. She has three more hours of sleep.
Evan sits back up as a yawn-stretch overtakes her. Wren is already curled up with her tail covering her nose. She falls back into bed in a very unlady like fashion. Seconds later her phone starts vibrating. One notification after another. Her phone catching up after being shut off.
With each vibration her stomach knots up a little bit more, her mind racing.
Well, so much for sleep, Evan sighs.
I will not look. Whatever it is it can wait.
I'm not going to look.
She puts a pillow over her head.
But.... What if?
Evan rolls over and glares at her phone. It had been silent for a short stretch and then vibrates again. Taunting her.